A romance between two people, of opposite cultural beliefs, who come together in an explosion of emotions. Yuma is a Native American chief who is getting ready to close his reservation to the outside world. Belinda is an English woman who lives on its outskirts in a store that supplies the reservation with the goods it desperately needs. When they fall in love, they are in great danger of blowing apart a tradition which dates back over hundreds of years. Can their love survive the fall out?

EXCERPT

Yuma’s eyed widened in disbelief. This little hellcat needed a good
smacked backside. If she were his wife….he stopped the thought instantly.

When he took a wife she would be Navajo and give him the respect due to his status. You need a good slap on that belligerent backside of yours,” he replied.

“Well, you can try it. If you think you’re tough enough,” Belinda
goaded.

Niyol stepped between the warring pair. Speaking in Navajo, she
placed a restraining hand on Yuma’s arm. “Brother, you won’t win with
this battle. Ayiana is more than a match for your bad temper.”

“Ayiana?” he repeated in confusion. “Who gave her a Navajo name?
No one’s asked my permission, there’s been no naming ceremony. She’s
not earned the right…”

“In my eyes she’s more than earned the right,” Niyol snapped.

“Imagine what could’ve happened to your niece without her sacrifice.”

“Anyway, you call her Little Tornado,” Aponi argued.

Yuma sighed, aware he was greatly outnumbered by the women of
this house. The nickname he had used for Belinda had been a passing
comment, made up on the spur of the moment. Not carefully thought
out, and of Navajo origin. He saw the condemning look in his Kai’s eyes.

She had warned him Belinda was trouble. Now she was in his mother’s
house and dressed up as one of them. She must be furious.

“What I say and do is none of your concern, Aponi. Remember that.
I’ll leave you to this fiery one and wish you luck.” Ignoring Belinda
completely, Yuma opened the front door. As he walked through he felt a
pair of angry hazel eyes burning into his back. Belinda was angrier than a hungry bear. Maybe now she would stop trying to fit in with them and go home.